Back to the stupid question that I have hounded upon for nearly 4 years and still running.
How does one know the fuck whether they love anyone or not?
And of course, my standard answer is this.
Given a multitude of potential people, as in a hell lot of people, why would one pick that one?
And this, ensures that I will always get my life back.
From here on, it's just me, my life and nothing else. I so swear, that I will not bend or compromise to anyone else's rule, except my khaki.
I want to run, and be able to run.
And if I can't run anymore, someone please tell me to pick myself up, and keep on running. The only identity I will bother to consider ever again will be those that can catch up to me.
January 14, 2008
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